To anyone who's listening,

If four months ago I was warned about the heartache to come,
I wouldn't have been able to resist.
I can't apologize enough for my lack of self-control.
You are in a hole, because I feel the need to dig when given a shovel.

He was kissing my lips,
tugged my pants off my hips.
My eyes couldn't stop wandering towards the glow of the clock.
I was keeping track of time,
because I knew in 3 hours we will be at the beach together.
I focused on feet engulfed in sand.

"Who do you belong to?"
                          "you"

That's partially true. My body is yours in this moment, but my heart
is three hours ahead of you plucking sea shells from the beach with somebody else.